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LIFE.

Wisely, my son, while yet thy days are long.
And the fair change of seasons passes slow,
Gather and treasure up the good they yield
All that they teach of virtue, of pure thoughts
And kind affections, reverence of thy God
And for thy brethren; so when thou shalt

come

Into these barren years, thou mayst not bring A mind unfurnish'd, and a wither'd heart. Bryant.

LIFE-Success in.

You should bear constantly in mind that nine-tenths of us are, from the very nature and necessities of the world, born to gain our livelihood by the sweat of the brow. What reason, then, have we to presume that our children are not to do the same? The path upwards is steep and long. Industry, care, skill, excellence in the parent, lay the foundation of a rise under more favourable circumstances for the children. The children of these take another rise, and by and by descendants of the present labourer become gentlemen. This is the natural progress. It is by attempting to reach to the top at a single leap that so much misery is produced in the world. The education which is recommended consists in bringing children up to labour with steadiness, with care, and with skill-to show them how to do as many useful things as possible; to teach them to do all in the best manner; to set them an example of industry, sobriety, cleanliness, and neatness; to make all these habitual to them, so that they shall never be liable to fall in the contrary; to let them always see a good living proceeding from labour, and thus remove from them the temptation to get the goods of others by violent and fraudulent means.

LIFE-Termination of.

Cobbett.

The sands are number'd, that make up my life;

Here must I stay, and here my life must end. Shakspeare.

LIFE-Trials of.

Life is not entirely made up of great evils or heavy trials; but the perpetual recurrence of petty evils and small trials in the ordinary and appointed exercise of the Christian graces. To bear with the failings of those about uswith their infirmities, their bad judgment, their ill-breeding, their perverse tempers; to endure neglect when we feel we deserved attention, and ingratitude when we expected thanks; to bear with the company of disagreeable people whom Providence has placed in our way, and whom He has perhaps provided or purposed for the trial of our virtue; these are best exercises of patience and self

LIFE.

denial, and the better because not chosen by ourselves. To bear with vexation in business, with disappointment in our expectations, with interruptions of our retirement, with folly, intrusion, disturbance-in short, with whatever opposes our will, contradicts our humour-this habitual acquiescence appears to be more of the essence of self-denial than any little rigours or inflictions of our own imposing. These constant, inevitable, but inferior evils, properly improved, furnish a good moral discipline, and might, in the days of ignorance, have superseded pilgrimage and penance.

LIFE-True.

Hannah More.

The mere lapse of years is not life. To eat, and drink, and sleep-to be exposed to darkness and the light-to pace round in the mil of habit, and turn thought into an implement of trade-this is not life. In all this but a poor fraction of the consciousness of humanity is awakened; and the sanctities will slumber which make it worth while to be. Knowledge, truth, love, beauty, goodness, faith, alone can give vitality to the mechanism of existence. The laugh of mirth that vibrates through the heart; the tears that freshen the dry wastes within; the music that brings childhood back; the prayer that calls the future near the doubt which makes us meditate; the death which startles us with mystery; the hardship which forces us to struggle; the anxiety that ends in trust; are the true nourishment of our natural being.

LIFE-Uncertain.

James Martineau.

Man's uncertain life Is like a rain-drop hanging on the bough, Amongst ten thousand of its sparklingkindred,

The remants of some passing thunder-shower, Which have their moments, dropping one by one,

And which shall soonest lose its perilous hold,
We cannot guess.
Joanna Baillie.

Since a few minutes can turn the healthiest bodies into breathless carcases, and put those very things which we had principally relied on into the hands of our enemies, it were little less than madness to repose a distrustless trust in these transitory possessions, or treacherous advantages, which we enjoy but br so fickle a tenure. No; we must never venture to wander far from God, upon the presumption that death is far enough from us; but rather. in the very height of our jollity, we should endeavour to remember, that they who feast themselves to-day, may, themselves, prove feasts for the worms to-morrow,

Bogle.

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LIFE-Vicissitudes of.

Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are;
Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew;
Or like a wind that chases the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood.
Ev'n such is man, whose borrow'd light
Is straight call'd in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies,
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up, the star is shot,
The flight is past, and man forgot.

King.

There is no unmixed good in human affairs; the best principles, if pushed to excess, degenerate into fatal vices. Generosity is nearly lead to ruin; the sternness of justice is but allied to extravagance; charity itself may one step removed from the severity of oppression. It is the same in the political world; the tranquillity of despotism resembles the stagnation of the Dead Sea; the fever of innovation, the tempests of the ocean. It would seem as if, at particular periods, from causes inscrutable to human wisdom, a universal frenzy seizes mankind; reason, experience, classes who are to perish in the storm are the prudence, are alike blinded; and the very first to raise its fury.

LIFE-Voyage of.

Alison.

We sail the sea of life: a calm one finds, And one a tempest; and, the voyage o'er, Gay. Death is the quiet haven of us all.

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When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat,
Yet, fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit ;
Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay,-
To-morrow's falser than the former day;
Lies more, and while it says we shall be bless'd
With some new joys, cuts off what we possess'd.
Strange cozenage! none would live past years
I again,

Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;
And from the dregs of life think to receive
What the first sprightly running could not give.
I'm tired with waiting for this chymic gold,
Which fools us young, and beggars us when old.
Dryden.

LIFE-Walk of.

Wordsworth.

We talk of human life as a journey, but how variously is that journey performed! There are those who come forth girt, and shod, and mantled, to walk on velvet lawns and smooth terraces, where every gale is arrested and every beam is tempered. There are others who walk on the Alpine paths of life, against driving misery, and through stormy sorrows, over sharp afflictions; walk with bare feet and naked breast, jaded, mangled, and chilled. Sidney Smith. LIFE-Unconscious Waste of.

Like Mekkah's milky stone, which wastes

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LILY.

LILY (Water)-Beauties of the.

Oh! beautiful thou art!

Thou sculpture-like and stately river queen Crowning the depths, as with the light serene Of a pure heart.

Bright lily of the wave!

Riding in fearless grace with every swell, Thou seem'st as if a spirit meekly brave Dwelt in thy cell:

Lifting alike thy head

Of placid beauty, feminine, yet free, Whether with foam or pictured azure spread The waters be.

What is like thee, fair flower, The gentle and the firm? thus, bearing up, To the blue sky, that alabaster cup, As to the shower?

Oh! love is most like thee, The love of woman; quivering to the blast Through every nerve, yet rooted deep and fast,

'Midst life's dark sea. Mrs. Hemans.

LITERATI-Rewards of the.

Speed in composition is a questionable advantage. Poetic history records two names which may represent the rapid and the thoughtful pen-Lope de Vega and Milton. We see one pouring out verses more rapidly than a secretary could write them; the other building up, in the watches of the dark, a few majestic lines. One leaving his treasures to be easily compressed into a single volumethe other to be spread abundantly over fortysix quartos. One gaining fifteen poundsthe other a hundred thousand ducats. One sitting at the door of his house, when the sun shone, in a coarse coat of grey cloth, and visited only by a few learned men from foreign countries-the other followed by crowds wherever he appeared, while even the children shouted after him with delight. It is only since the earth has fallen on both, that the fame and the honours of the Spaniard and the Englishman have been changed. He who nearly finished a comedy before breakfast, now lies motionless in his small niche of monumental biography; and he who, long choosing, began late, is walking up and down, in his singing robes, and with laurel round his head, in the cities of many lands; having his home and his welcome in every devout heart and upon every learned tongue of the Christian world. Wilmott.

LITERATURE.

LITERATURE-Advance of.

Literature, like society, advances step by step. Every treatise and book of value contains some particular part which is of more value than the rest: something by which it has added to the general stock of human knowledge or entertainment :-something, on account of which, it continues to be read and admired while an old one. Now, it is here different portions of every different volume, that united, form the effective literature or knowledge of every civilized nation, and when collected, form the different languages of Europe, the literature and knowledge of the most civilized portion of mankind. It is by these parts of more peculiar and original merit, that these volumes are known: it is these to which every man of matured talents and matured education alone reverts: it is these which he endeavours chiefly to remember: it is these that make up the treasures, and constitute the capital, as it were, of his mind. The remainder of each volume is but that subordinate portion which has no value, but as connected with the other; and is often made up of those errors and imperfections which are, in fact, the irreparable attendants of every human production, which are observed and avoided by every writer or reasoner who follows, and which gradually become in one age only the exploded characteristics of Smyth

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Literature is the thought of thinking souls. Carlyl LITERATURE-English.

England, after Germany, is in literature the only nation whose genius comes from the north, without having passed through Greece or Rome. She has the superiority of originality. This originality has been a little discoloured by the Bible in Milton, and by the Latinity of Horace in Pope, the English Horace. But her veritable giant, Shakspeare, was born, like Antaeus, from himself and from the soil. He has impregnated the Anglo-Saxon literary genius with a northern sap, savage, potent, which it can never lose. The free institutions

of this nation and her compulsorily naval situation, have given to her incontestable genius the multiple character of her aptitudes. He has need to compensate the pettiness of her territory by an immense and strong personality. The citizen of Great Britain is a patriarch in his home, a poet in his forests, an orator in his public places, a merchant at his counter, a hero in his navy, a cosmopolite on the soil of his colonies, but a cosmopolite carrying with him to every continent his indelible individuality. In the ancient races there are none to resemble him. One cannot define him, in politics or in literature, but by his name the Englishman is an Englishman. Lamartine. LITERATURE-Pleasures of.

How I pity those who have no love of reading, of study, or of the fine arts! I have passed my youth amidst amusements and in the most brilliant society; but I can assert with perfect truth, that I have never tasted pleasures so true as those I have found in the study of books, in writing, or in music. The days that succeed brilliant entertainments are always melancholy, but those which follow days of study are delicious: we have gained something; we have acquired some new knowledge, and we recall the past day not only without disgust and without regret, but with consummate satisfaction. Madame de Genlis.

LITERATURE-as a Profession.
Literature is a great staff, but a sorry crutch.
Sir Walter Scott.

LIVING-Art of.

Our portion is not large, indeed,
But then how little do we need!

For nature's calls are few;

In this the art of living lies,
To want no more than may suffice,
And make that little do.

LIVING-in what it Consists.

In my opinion, he only may be truly said to live, and enjoy his being, who is engaged in some laudable pursuit, and acquires a name by some illustrious action or useful art. Sallust.

being "genteel." We keep up appearances, too often at the expense of honesty; and, though we may not be rich, yet we must seem to be so. We must be "respectable," though only in the meanest sense-in mere vulgar outward show. We have not the courage to go patiently onward in the condition of life in which it has pleased God to call us; but must needs live in some fashionable state to which we ridiculously please to call ourselves, and all to gratify the vanity of that unsubstantial genteel world of which we form a part. There is a constant struggle and pressure for front seats in the social amphitheatre; in the midst of which all noble self-denying resolve is trodden down, and many fine natures are inevitably crushed to death. What waste, what misery, what bankruptcy, come from all this ambition to dazzle others with the glare of apparent worldly success, we need not describe. The mischievous results show themselves in a thousand ways—in the rank frauds committed by men who dare to be dishonest, but do not dare to seem poor; and in the desperate dashes at fortune, in which the pity is not so much for those who fail, as for the hundreds of innocent families who are so often involved in their ruin. Smiles.

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The more luxuriously you live, the more exercise you require. Exercise, to have its full effect, must be continued till we feel a sensible degree of perspiration (which is the panacea for the prevention of corpulence), and should, at Cotton. least once a day, proceed to the borders of fatigue, but never pass them, or we shall be weakened instead of strengthened. After exercise, take care to get cool gradually; when your head perspires, rub it and your face, &c. dry with a cloth. Be content with one dish; as many men dig their grave with their teeth as well as with a tankard. Drunkenness is destructive, but gluttony destroys a hundred to one. The food which we fancy most generally sits easiest on the stomach. To affirm that anything is wholesome or unwholesome, He without considering the subject in all the circumstances to which it bears relation, and the unaccountable peculiarities of different constitutions, is, with submission, talking nonsense. What we have been longest used to is most likely to agree with us best. The wholesomeThere is a dreadful ambition abroad for ness, &c. of all food depends very much on the

LIVING-in Deeds.

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;

In feelings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs.

most lives

Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.

LIVING-too High.

Bailey.

LIVING.

quality of it, and the way in which it is cooked. Those who are poor in health must live as they can; certainly, the less stimulus any of us use the better, provided it be sufficient to properly carry on the circulation. The stately dames of Edward the Fourth's court rose with the lark, despatched their dinner at eleven o'clock in the forenoon, and, shortly after eight, were wrapt in slumber. How would these people be astonished could they but be witnesses to the present distribution of time among the children of fashion! Would they not call the perverse conduct of those who rise at one or two, dine at eight, and retire to bed when the morning is unfolding all its glories, and nature putting on her most pleasing aspect-absolute insanity? Swift has observed, such is the extent of modern epicurism, that the world must be encompassed before a washerwoman can sit down to breakfast!-i. e. by a voyage to the East for tea and to the West for sugar. Dr. Kitchener.

LONDON-Description of.

The immense length of the streets separates the objects you are interested in so widely from each other, that three-fourths of your time are passed in endeavouring to dispose of the fourth to some advantage. Sir Walter Scott.

A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping,

Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye

LOOKS.

in their first season. Yonder, in the Ride, forms less inanimate seem condemned to active exercise; young ladies doing penance in a canter; old beaux at hard labour in a trot. Sometimes, by a more thoughtful brow, a still brisker pace, you recognise a busy member of the Imperial Parliament, who, advised by physicians to be as much on horseback as possible, snatches an hour or so in the interval between the close of his committee and the interest of the debate, and shirks the opening speech of a well-known bore. Among such truant lawgivers (grief it is to say it) may be seen that once model member, Sir Jasper Stollhead. Grim dyspepsia seizing on him at last, "relaxation from his duties" becomes the adequate punishment for all his sins. Solitary he rides, and, communing with himself, yawns at every sound. Upon chairs, beneficently located under the trees towards the north side of the walk, are interspersed small knots and coteries in repose. There, you might see the Ladies Prymme, still the Ladies Prymme- Janet and Wilhelmina ; Janet has grown fat, Wilhelmina thin. But thin or fat, they are no less Prymmes. They do not lack male attendants; they are girls of high fashion, with whom young men think it a distinction to be seen talking; of high principle, too, and high pretensions (unhappily for themselves they are coheiresses), by whom young men under the rank of earls need not

Could reach, with here and there a sail just fear to be artfully entrapped into "honourable

skipping

In sight, then lost amidst the forestry
Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping
On tip-toe through their sea coal canopy,
A huge dun cupola, like a foolscap crown
On a fool's head :-and there is London town!
Byron.
That monstrous tuberosity of civilized life,
the capital of England.
Carlyle.
LONDON-in June.

It is the month of June once more-June, which clothes our London in all its glory; fills its languid ball-rooms with living flowers, and its stony causeways with human butterflies. It is about the hour of six p.m. The lounge in Hyde-park is crowded; along the road that skirts the Serpentine crawl the carriages one after the other; congregate, by the rails, the lazy lookers-on-lazy in attitude, but with active eyes, and tongues sharpened on the whetstone of scandal; the Scaligers of club-windows airing their vocabulary in the Park. Slowly saunter on foot idlers of all degrees in the hierarchy of London idlesse; dandies of established fame-youthful tyros

intentions." They coquet majestically, but they never flirt; they exact devotion, but they do not ask in each victim a sacrifice on the horns of the altar; they will never give their hands where they do not give their hearts; and being ever afraid that they are courted for their money, they will never give their hearts save to wooers who have much more money than themselves. Bulwer Lytton

LONDON-the common Resort.
London, the needy villain's general home,
The common sower of Paris and of Rome;
With eager thirst, by folly or by fate,
Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
Johnson.

LOOKS-expressive of Anger.

In his looks appears A wild distracted fierceness: I can read Some dreadful purpose in his face. Sometimes his anger breaks through all disguises,

And spares nor gods nor men; and then be

seems

Jealous of all the world: suspects, and starts, | And looks behind him. Denham.

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